Dave's boi murphy

By Robert Louis / Robert Halstead

Published on Oct 26, 2024

Gay
  1. Boi # 10.

Like I was saying, giving him a few loads of spit to swallow is better than drugging the faggot. He's completely my slave right now. I start speaking and he immediately gives me his eyes and his mind. "Tony turn you on so much you were trembling? Or was it anxiety?"

"I . . felt weird, Master. Never got hit so bluntly the first couple questions."

"So you're not excited about being able to pick out a whip for him to use on you?" This makes him giggle but doesn't take him out of the space fortunately.

"Nnno...never ever did that for you, Master." He only calls me Master when he's really feeling it.

"Well you have my permission to safe-word him the minute he presses in the wrong places. I'll keep an eye on him. But I want you to tell me it's gonna be okay to let you run around like a slut when we get there."

"Master, I promise that I'll go right to you if anything . . " I cut him off and kiss him then feed him spit again. It's like a mood enhancer for him. "I hear you. Okay then. I'm gonna walk you into that place already naked and then take the leash completely off until I call you to come back to me and kneel."

"thank you, Master," he says with that warm smile that makes my heart do backflips. One year when I was in college, I think it was sophomore year, he was bugging me to take him to the Shaft. I think it was the first time. I'd been there before last summer but never wanted to bring him until I felt like I could handle myself there as a Dom who hadn't even turned 21 yet.

Finally I tell him I'll bring him, but "You'll strip naked in the car. When we get there, you'll walk through the parking lot on my leash, naked." It took him almost a whole week to get used to the idea, but when he called and would go naked for me I made arrangements to be home the next weekend.

So that was the first time. After that I've made him get naked in the car so many times I've lost count. The only time I don't do it is if his body happens to be already marked up by someone. So anyway, that's how it all started with him naked in my car.

"Oh, one other thing. I bought you something. Something to wear." I have it in a velvet bag like it's some kind of precious jewelry. On the other hand, though, it is a precious jewelry. And I had it especially sized for him. This is a new one he's never seen before. Mostly the last couple of years he's been going around without some Dom putting one on him for a while. I take it out of the bag, and show him. I could see fires of resentment in his eyes.

It almost looks like he's gonna weep, but no. He's bracing himself. He had no idea I was gonna do this to him. I simply hold it there in my hand, a shining gleaming (real) silver chastity cage for his little dick. I wait patiently, giving him time to go through whatever he has to go through before being ready to submit to this. Not only that, but he can damn well tell this is the smallest he's ever been locked into. He's realizing that I've decided to reduce him down further. `

He knows I fucking mean business tonight when it come to him. I'm saying without having to voice the words, "Sure, faggot, go be a slut all you want. But I fucking own you and you better damn well realize that you won't be cumming anytime soon. The fucking closest you'll come to getting off tonight is when you're finally ready to break down sobbing. That's what I wanna fucking see coming out of your body tonight. Tears from those pretty eyes, 10."

Oh, I forgot to tell you about "10." I know a couple Doms have given him slave names he's to use with them. I haven't. But finally he called me when I was away and begged me to give him a new name. "Please, Master, please name your slave, your slave for your whole life." Perfect. I made up my mind to wait for him to come begging for one. "Okay, boy, I'll give you a slave name. But it's gonna be weird. And no one would ever think of using it."

He's breathing heavier. "Please, Master, whatever you want it to be." "Well, boy, I decided that instead of giving you a slave name, I'd give you a slave number. You're a fucking object being numbered. Not a boy, even though I call you that sometime. I call you boy sometimes because all you have is a boy's dick. And you're definitely not a man. So, boy, from here on in, I'll be calling you '10," just 10."

And it stuck. All these years. When we hit 30yo, he start hinting about a change but I slapped the daylights out of him and told him to respect the name I gave him. He'll always be 10. Just 10. Doesn't even get any quotation marks anymore. And yeah, it's always been completely private. Besides, the couple times I actually slipped nobody ever figured I was addressing the slave. It was just a stupid number that was on my mind for some reason. Perfect!

Anyway, back to me and 10 alone before heading out to the Shaft. He knows better than to move an inch when I'm locking his dick into its new cage. He looks so awesome with his gleaming silver cage hiding his pitiful dick. He looks authentic. A collared neutered slave. I've done that to many a sub over the years, but I've never gotten as much satisfaction out of as when I lock up 10. I can see the slave is struggling. "It's okay, Murph, you can cry. I won't punish you. Come on, boy, let it out. I know how much you hate it when you get caged. Even by me. I know, baby. It really tears into any pride you have left. That's why I decided to do it to you tonight, before taking you to the club.

You are a cocksucking slut compensating for the fact you can't touch your own dick by giving as much pleasure to as many dicks you can. Fuck, I might even make you give blow jobs to a couple slaves tonight."

I'm really digging a pit for him to fall in. I know what I'm doing. And now, what will strike unbelievable humiliation into this slave's psyche: "Oh by the way, 10, there's only one key. And I'm gonna hold on to it myself. I'll decide when you get your little dick back."

He's blubbering like a child now, and he knows how good it makes me feel when I can get him to do this. Music to my ears. Beauty for my eyes. I'm a total Master for this precious boy. I can give it when no one else can come close to giving it. Only me. And 10 knows it. The good news, of course, is that I will always be in its life. Always looking over things. Always making sure it doesn't have to pretend it's anything other than a total slave.

I'm even trying to convince Titus and Anthony to experiment with keeping him naked, at least when he's keeping house, but I doubt I'll ever succeed. These guys, as nice as they are to 10, are practically asexual. Do they ever get involved with any of their friends or guests? 10 tells me he's never seen anything. But then again, they may have forbidden the boy to talk about what goes on there. I know I would.

So I sit back and watch the damn burst as 10 cries out all the emotions tied in with being caged again. Especially with me holding the key.

Finally, his entire body collapses onto the floor. "Come here, boy. If you're gonna cry that much you might as well wash my feet in your tears." I had gotten barefoot anticipating something like this. If nothing else, I figured it would do the slave good to serve me this way before we head on out. Generally, there's not much foot action at the Shaft. Place is just too fucking sleazy and dirty. I'd never fucking let 10 put his mouth to anyone's foot there, and, as a rule, I enjoy watching the boy suck guys' toes sometimes. Just not there.

Finally we're ready to head out. It's already 11 pm and everyone near me is either watching tv or already in bed. I walk 10 out on the leash naked instead of having it strip in the car. I know it helps keep the boy grounded, and on the ground is where it's mind has to be tonight. We ride in silence. I'd let him speak if he had something he needed to say, but he stays silent. I'm sure he's tripping and I don't want to take him out of his experience. After all, he handled being caged pretty well, all things considered, even with breaking down. He only got that bad because I let him. I figured it would do him good to know how vulnerable he is to me. I mean, I've seen him at his absolute worst!

Maybe he's just quiet because he's driving. Usually he doesn't drive when he's stripped, but this is his car, after all, and I want to emphasize the fact that he's spent this entire day serving me, and now I'm taking him somewhere to serve others as well. So he drives himself to his own "doom," not that there will be any doom about it. Despite how they deliberately try to keep the Shaft looking as gloomy as possible in all respects.

There's only one thing I want to tell him before we get there. "Just so that you know, 10, with all due respects to Master Tony, the only person who will get to whip you tonight is me. And I haven't made up my mind whether I'll whip you or not tonight. I want to see how things go first. I'm not gonna whip you if you're the only faggot getting it tonight. Let's see what the other Masters have planned."

He doesn't say anything in response but I know he's riding my words right down deep into his sub space. After all these years, we've worked it out that he doesn't have to respond to anything I say to him unless I ask him a direct question. It's much better this way. I hate having to deal with a sub who can't keep his fucking mouth shut, who gets off on the sound of his own voice. I keep a big roll of electrical tape for situations like that. Tape its mouth shut until I need the mouth.

I learned that trick back in college. It turned out that there was a frat on campus that had a members who real subs. They'd find them out one way or another and convinced them to join as "special" members, that's what they called it. During their pledge year they got put through their paces and only the ones who would be happy living as slaves to the other members managed to survive it. They lived together in a dormitory in the basement of the frat house what was set up like some prison camp for degenerates.

They were trying to recruit me as a Dom but I held fast. I knew I'd have to spend my entire pledge year sucking off every member of the frat. Not my deal. Hardly ever. But they liked to keep me around and I have to say that I learned a lot from them over time. That's where I got the idea about taping a sub's mouth shut. They had this one sub who was really into getting whipped, so what they'd do is tape its mouth and its eyes and set it loose in an large empty room while a couple of them worked it over with whips. It was pretty wild scene, but my thing is that I liked to see the sub cry, so the tape blocked the eyes. Not for me.

Damn I loved it the first time I ever saw Murph's face with tears on it—tears that I made the faggot cry. And later on that night, when we were lying together in my bad and talking about things, he told me that he liked that I'd made him cry, that he had always had a hard time crying, that he never cried when his father died even but that for some reason I made the dam break and he was glad it gave me pleasure to see those tears on his face. "Well then, boy, you can expect to do a heck of a lot more crying from now on."

But enough about that. Let me tell you about going to the Shaft that night, me and 10 and my buddy Gene and that Jersey guy who wanted to whip my boy and electrocute him.

Their parking lot is very private and is well patrolled. The fucking place is huge. I heard that the most they've ever had there in one night was 300 and there was still room for guys to move around comfortably—well, except for the boys who were bound up or in pain. Not everyone is there for the comfort. Nonetheless, at least that night 10 was the only naked boy in the parking lot, and him collared and on a leash to boot! We were quite a hit with the other guys lined up to get in, and when the guy at the door saw my slave's naked ass, he just let us right in and free of charge as well!

"They let us in for free, boy, so I want you to make damn sure you show everyone how grateful you are to here as a scholarship slave," I say to 10 when I take the leash off its collar and sent it out be of service. No sooner do we get through the door when Tony is standing there waiting for 10. He grabs the slave by the collar and pulls its ear to his mouth. "They tell me that both Dave and Gene have had the pleasure of taking your ass, faggot. Come with me and offer me that hole like a the slut you are. I'm not giving you my load this early but I want to make sure that hole gets to feel the power of a horny Jersey Dom. I'll especially enjoy fucking you now that I see that Dave has properly locked away that little dick of yours so it won't need any attention of its own. Come, boy. I've already found a place where I can explore that pussy of yours."

10 looks behind as Tony leads him away, hoping to get some signal from me, either of approval or ready to rescue the slut from a guy who lives on the other side of the tunnel (typical New Yorker scorn for those of you who don't know anything about it). I look away. "You wanted to come here, so now you're on your own, slaveboy," I say to him telegraphically.

I should explain that I've never felt any sense of ownership of that boy's asshole. I deliberately refused to take his virginity when he begged me to do it the night of our graduation. It was tempting, but I was cautious. I really feared that if I took the boy that way it would make the sub feel that I was truly meant to be its owner. He kept begging me to do is as a way of celebrating our freedom from high school No. Not going there with him. I am his fucking owner and I don't have to bust his cherry to prove it. Better still I help the faggot realize that it's a common slave and its body is meant to be used by any Alpha or Dom who wants it.

Actually, my buddy Gene took care of deflowering the boy and the boy should be damn grateful that it was Gene and not one of those Doms who thought that a virgin slave like him should get raped the way conquered soldiers would be raped by the Romans or the Greeks. There's always been an argument about that. I'll be damned if my boy was going to get raped by some stranger as a way of putting him in his place. I've taken care of that quite nicely myself. No way. I trusted Gene, who was really far more of a lover than a Master.

Gene treated the boy real good but at the same time made sure the boy realized how lucky it was. His philosophy was similar to mine: make certain things pleasurable for the slave and it will never hesitate to offer itself like the whore it's meant to be.

I celebrated graduation with Murph my own special way. I took a paddle to its ass until it sobbed out its total dedication to me as its life-long Master. THEN I gave it to Gene. That very same night when its eyes were still puffy from sobbing. I knew Gene could manage to take the boy's whipped ass in a way that introduced some good old fashioned ass-hole pleasure to balance out the pain the boy was still feeling. Not only that, but he put some vicious clamps on the boy's nipples to add more pain to the experience. Then he took the slave, bound it to a table with its legs raised over its head and spread wide. Its asshole was clearly the most interesting part of the slave's body, a little open and oh, so incredibly vulnerable.

He even went down on the hole and gave the boy a kind of pleasure it had never imagined possible, all the while ordering it to pay close attention to what he was going because this is what it had to start doing for any man who wanted himself serviced that way in the future. You see, Gene and I have had many discussions about this. We both believed that it was rather primitive just to work a slave's body without also training its mind how to think like a slave.

Gene's lubed finger circled the boy's hole next, driving the faggot out of its mind. Again, in the midst of all the pain it was feeling there was this incredible pleasure sending different signals to the boy's brain, Then the finger took possession of what no man had ever touched before. He spent a long amount of time just fucking the boy with his one finger until he got it to the point that when he didn't stick his finger up the boy's ass the boy realized that something was missing. That's right. Condition the boy to WANT something invading its body that way. I won't say anything more about that. All I know is that when the boy came crawling back to me the next night it was no longer a virgin.

I make sure it understood that I had no intention of claiming my own right over its body that way. "That ass doesn't belong to me, Murph," I told him. "It belongs to men. All men. It's a boy pussy open for anyone who wants to take it." To drive the point home even more, I held off an entire year before I ever fucked the boy myself. This was no sacrifice for me because I was getting plenty on my own. As usual, I did whatever had to be done to make sure this slave was well trained and well cared for without ever giving it any reason to feel that Master Dave needed to claim it that way. I already owned the faggot without having to stoop to fucking it to prove my point. Nope.

Some of my friends thought I was foolish to hold off fucking the kid. Dammit, they felt I was a fucking idiot for not just claiming total ownership of this slave who was rightfully mine from the very first day I started touching and using it—as was my right, they all insisted. It was also my right to make sure Murph knew it never had a chance of being owned by someone other than me who took a liking to it one night and then wanted to make things permanent. No. Against my principles.

I said it before. We were in love with each other, but that love was neither clingy nor jealous. We knew we had to have a certain distance if we were ever to survive, or we risked devouring each other. So anyway, it took Murph an entire year of begging, even sometimes with tears, for me to fuck it and make it mine that way. At one point I got my friend Gene to bind it in such a way that its hole was open and exposed, ready to be used by any Top who wanted to find out it felt to be inside the faggot.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW

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I wrote lots of other stories, too. I'll send you the list if you write and ask.

Next: Chapter 5


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